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 1 I  |        mother’s arms and to be loved and fondled by them. Jean,
 2 III|      intellect; for, though he loved his brother, he could not
 3 IV |  security in his heart, for he loved no one in the world but
 4 IV |      known me first. If he had loved my mother silently, unselfishly,
 5 IV |        jeweller’s wife. Had he loved her? Why should he have
 6 IV |     good God—what next?~He had loved and petted the first child,
 7 IV |   talked as they talk.~She had loved him. Why not? She was his
 8 V  |        son. They believed they loved each other, because a lie
 9 V  | scrutinizing her face which he loved, recalled a difference,
10 VI |    longer, to tell her that he loved her and hoped to marry her.
11 VI |   longer hold my peace. I have loved you a long time. To-day
12 VII|       levelled at the woman he loved and had chosen.~But on a
13 VII|       particular attention. He loved order, steadiness, and peace,
14 VII|      always love him and never loved any other man; that he was
15 VII|     night. I should never have loved, or known, or cared for
16 VII|    then I began to see that he loved me less. He was always kind
17 IX |        was the only person who loved him well enough to feel
18 IX |       he had followed, whom he loved, whom he had so implicitly